In a quick minute, they were in a fucking race chasing after their next orgasms. They pumped in hard, long strokes, the head of Bobby’s dick aiming ...or the end of Ella’s tunnel. They fucked in determined silence, no moans or groans or talk, just the squeak of the bed and the twitch of the ceiling fan overhead.“I’m close,” Ella said, stopping.Bobby kept at it but she stopped him and he pulled out. She reached for the coconut oil. She opened it in a rush and the lid scooted onto the floor. She. He watched them wander off to the heavy brush and some of the women smiled behind their hands because his reputation was such that they all knew exactly where that was heading and that the captive lady would be soon resting in the arms of one of her rescuers in a matter of moments.It was not entirely proper, but Sam figured that it might be the best thing for the poor schoolteacher because it would show her that regular folks still liked and loved her as a person and not a freak that had. Things were definitely looking up.Back at her desk, she tried to calm down and compose herself as justifications for her behavior ran through her mind. She knew that her actions probably looked pretty slutty at first glance, but she was just trying to reward Phil for being a good boss, and he had looked so cute filling her mouth with his yummy cum! It had nothing to do with the bimbo potion, especially since he hadn't even cum in her pussy, which was still awash with pheromones and ready for. I could hear my wife come up the stairs but i couldn't get my mouth off his cock, i was fixated by this monster eight inch truncheon as my lips glided up and down his shaft. My wife later said that she could sense that there was something untoward going on when she was ascending the stairs but was not expecting anything like this, but was so turned on by what she was seeing that she had to have this black prick drilled up into her cunt as quickly as possible. The two of us were licking his.